The pushover offended a top-tier boss

After working for most of the day, the house issue is finally settled.

Ye Zhenzhen clutched the house purchase contract, her heart unable to find peace for a long time.

This sponsor has given way to far too much.

She felt so eager that she couldn't live with herself if she wasn't attentive.

In fact, besides giving a lot, physical strength is also an option.

Aside from having a stern face and lecturing people, he doesn't seem to have any major flaws.

She returned to her rented room, rummaged through the refrigerator and found a bag of cured meat and a smoked fish, and also took out the cleaned free-range chicken.

When we arrived at Yuyuan, the aunt had just finished cleaning.

"Auntie, I'll cook dinner." Ye Zhenzhen tied on her apron, rolled up her sleeves, and looked ready to get to work.

The auntie glanced at the undisguised smile on her face, nodded with a smile, and quietly left.

Ye Zhenzhen busied herself in the kitchen.

Clean the free-range chicken and blanch it in cold water to remove the blood and foam. Add enough water, a few red dates and longans, and a handful of goji berries. Bring to a boil over high heat, then reduce to a simmer and cook slowly.

Slice the cured pork thinly, fry it in a pan until the oil is rendered, add some garlic sprouts and stir-fry for a few seconds, filling the whole kitchen with that tempting aroma.

Cut the smoked fish into small pieces and steam for ten minutes.

I stir-fried another plate of fresh vegetables; they were a vibrant green and looked refreshing.

Just as the meal was ready, the sound of the door opening came from outside.

Ye Zhenzhen immediately flashed a sweet smile and jogged over to greet him.

"Boss, you're back."

She bent down and took out slippers from the shoe cabinet, placing them neatly beside his feet. Then she reached out and helped him take off his coat.

Zhou Huaijin looked down at the head that was pressed against his chest, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Something just doesn't feel right.

He changed his clothes and came out of the bedroom. Ye Zhenzhen was already waiting in the living room with a glass of warm water.

"Boss, have some water."

Zhou Huaijin took the water glass and took a sip.

"The rice is ready, I'll go get some." Ye Zhenzhen turned and went into the kitchen, bringing out two bowls of rice and placing the dishes one by one on the table.

"Boss, try this chicken soup." She scooped a bowl of chicken soup with a ladle and presented it to him with both hands. "My dad slaughtered a free-range chicken, and the soup is a beautiful yellow color and smells especially good."

Zhou Huaijin picked up the spoon and took a sip.

The chicken soup was sweet and delicious, with no fishy smell whatsoever.

"Is it delicious?" Ye Zhenzhen's eyes sparkled.

"Yes, it's really good."

"I also added longan, red dates, and goji berries to it; it's very nourishing." She blinked, her face full of sincerity.

Zhou Huaijin paused slightly in the hand holding the spoon.

Does she feel she needs supplements?

He lowered his eyes, took another sip of soup without saying a word.

Ye Zhenzhen picked up another piece of smoked fish and put it in his bowl: "This is homemade smoked fish, it's very fragrant, you can't buy this flavor outside."

Throughout the meal, Ye Zhenzhen was so attentive that she seemed like a completely different person.

They served food, soup, and tissues; the service was impeccable.

Zhou Huaijin felt somewhat uncomfortable being served by her.

He put down his chopsticks and glanced at her.

"What's up?"

Ye Zhenzhen hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Boss, Chen Zheng accompanied me to buy a house today."

"Um."

"Phoenix Perch Garden, 230 square meters."

"1.5 kilometers from Yuyuan."

Zhou Huaijin didn't say anything, but picked up the chicken soup and took a sip.

"More than 90,000 yuan per square meter..." Ye Zhenzhen's tone carried a cautious probing.

Zhou Huaijin simply gave a faint "hmm".

"The location is alright."

There was no reaction.

Ye Zhenzhen silently sighed in her heart: "The leader is indeed magnanimous."

"It's fully furnished, but you'll have to buy the furniture and appliances yourself." She paused, "I'll move in once I've bought everything and won't bother you here anymore."

"Of course, if you wish, I can come to you..." Her voice trailed off, and her ears turned a quiet blush.

"The new house has a lot of formaldehyde, so it needs to air out for a while." He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of cured meat, and said unhurriedly, "There's no rush to move in."

"Okay!" Ye Zhenzhen replied quickly, unable to suppress the smile on her face.

After the leader finished eating, she stood up again and went around to the back of the sofa.

"Boss, are you tired? Let me give you a massage." She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to massage.

After massaging his shoulders, I massaged his head, from his brow to his temples, gently and slowly.

He kept talking non-stop, unable to hide his excitement.

"Boss, I've never lived in such a big house before."

"The view there is amazing, with a huge floor-to-ceiling window that lets you see the whole of Bin City."

"The saleswoman said today that Fengqiyuan is the best residential complex in Binshi, and many celebrities live there."

"I still want to thank the leader; it was a voluntary gift."

The last sentence was spoken softly and quickly, as if she were embarrassed, or as if she was deliberately saying it to him.

Zhou Huaijin closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa.

Only one thought crossed my mind: He really is a money-grubber.

The moment you spend money on her, she becomes incredibly attentive.

The fingers pressing on my temples felt soft and yielding, with a slight warmth in their pads, as they massaged in circles.

The furrow between his brows slowly relaxed.

The living room fell silent. Only the old-fashioned pendulum clock on the TV stand ticked away.

"Ye Zhenzhen".

"Um?"

"Press in a different spot."

Ye Zhenzhen paused for a moment.

Looking down, I saw that the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and his eyes were still closed, but the curve looked anything but malicious.

Her face flushed red instantly.

Soft, boneless fingers climbed up the belt.

Ye Zhenzhen felt her hands and face were burning hot, and even her breath felt scorching.

"What are you shaking for?"

The voice above was deep, carrying a hint of knowing the answer but not quite, and a touch of amusement.

Ye Zhenzhen was speechless.

Because there is still a mischievous hand at play.

The hem of her skirt had been lifted above her knees.

Her neckline was askew, revealing half of her collarbone, and her skirt was all crumpled up, making her look completely disheveled.

And what about him?

He leaned back on the sofa, sitting upright, not a single button missing from his shirt, not a strand of hair out of place, his expression still the same indifferent look.

Bah! You hypocrite!

Ye Zhenzhen cursed inwardly.

She was so exhausted that she had no choice but to cry and beg for mercy.

The man then chuckled maliciously in her ear and asked, "Didn't you eat it?"

She choked on her words, unable to speak coherently, and finally managed to catch her breath: "Boss... I think... we're going a bit too fast..."

"Excessive indulgence is bad for your health... Waaah..."

"How often would you like to go?" he asked her.

"The internet says... once every seven days is just right..." Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, and she didn't dare look at him.

"Seven days?"

Zhou Huaijin felt as if she had heard some incomprehensible fantasy. Why didn't she just make him a monk?

"no."

"Then... six days..." Ye Zhenzhen bargained, her voice muffled.

"One day," he said crisply.

Ye Zhenzhen's eyes widened. He wanted to come every day?! He's got a death wish!

Five days!

"Two days," he conceded.

"...Four days." Ye Zhenzhen bit her lip, making her last struggle.

Zhou Huaijin looked at her cowardly yet unwilling expression and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Three days," he said.

Ye Zhenzhen suddenly realized that she had no room for negotiation; the price was already the bottom line.

However, extending it from one day to three days is also acceptable.

She quickly calculated in her mind—once every three days, that's only about ten times a month...that seems alright? It's better than dying every day.

"Fine..." she replied reluctantly, as if she had been forced to sign an unequal treaty.

Zhou Huaijin almost couldn't help but laugh when he saw her calculating so seriously.

They're so easy to fool.

Ye Zhenzhen was unaware that she had been tricked again; she only felt that she had exceeded her exercise limit for the night. She secretly resolved to eat more tomorrow. The calorie expenditure was too high; she felt completely drained.

As she drifted off to sleep, she vowed: Tomorrow I must move upstairs to live. To stay away from danger.

The old man was like a bachelor who had never seen a woman before; how could his needs be so strong? She really couldn't take it anymore.